You've got the best of both worldsYou're the kind of girl who can take down a man,And lift him back up againYou are strong but you're needy,Humble but you're greedyAnd based on your body language,And shoddy cursive I've been readingYour style is quite selective,though your mind is rather recklessWell I guess it just suggeststhat this is just what happiness is

Hey, what a beautiful mess this isIt's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you writeKind of turn themselves into knivesAnd don't mind my nerve you could call it fictionBut I like being submerged in your contradictions dear'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your adviceYour comebacks they're quickAnd probably have to do with your insecuritiesThere's no shame in being crazy,Depending on how you take theseWords I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

And what a beautiful mess, yes it isIt's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you sayKind of turn themselves into bladesAnd the kind and courteous is a life I've heardBut it's nice to say that we played in the dirtCause here, here we are, Here we areHere we are Here we are Here we are Here we are Here we are Here we are Here we are

We're still hereWhat a beautiful mess, this isIt's like taking a guess when the only answer is "Yes"

Through, timeless words and priceless pictures We'll fly like birds not of this earth

And tides they turn and hearts disfigureBut that's no concern when we're wounded together

And we, tore our dresses and stained our shirtsBut its nice today. Oh the way it was so worth it.